*
they don’t tire me
the dead
as the living do
.
Mar28
Ancestors
Mar26
Prima Vera Domenica
Sunday’ posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry. Tuesdays’ poems will be in English, as always.
*
a noi non resta
memoria della neve
del suo cadere silenziosa
del suo coprire e calmare
del suo sciogliersi nutrendo
.
a noi resta
la terra dura dell’inverno
di una siccità sgradita
che porta ad una rigidità
non fertile al fuoco estivo
.
a noi che non badiamo
e nulla ascoltiamo noi
.
.
Mar21
A Never Ending Chain
*
I unfold my dreams
wet from the tiresome
night and their secret
coding drilling me
under the light of day
spread out line after line
.
Mar14
Breathing
*
it’s the stall that
makes me nervous
the space between
branches that
.
makes me breath
.
the silent wake up
calls before the
birds sing that
has me pray
.
Mar7
Transition
*
wider are the eyes
as a larger window
neat is the view
I do not feel the acute
angles as I know
I make a difference
.
.
Feb28
One Silence
*
it takes one silence
to enter another
silence to draw words
out of poetry
in that quite spot in us
.
.
Feb21
Winter Hides
*
winter hides the green
away
no complementary
colors
even at sunsets
winter
hides but those tiny
flowers
that makes me break
into a smile
.
here and there I smile
some
light out of me shines
.
Feb14
Stuck
*
I am sweetly stuck
with poetry
that runs around me
.
Feb7
What Is Given
*
life is handed
to us in its mystery
.
it looks as if
it is missing instructions
or punctuation
when I try it over and over
I may get it
.
the poetry I write
is what is given to me
.
Jan31
I Stand Still
*
I stand still
writing
among the bare
woods
.
I stand here
observing
my eyes filled
with beauty
.
the sounds of
ducks in between
the church bells
sharp in the air
.
move my tears to
cover my cheeks
such emotional
life will last
.
in nature we live
we are born
again and again
let’s not forget
.
Jan24
Shiver
*
take me tight in
embrace me wholly
let me be still as
serenity enters me
.
a coat of light
a small breeze leads
me to shiver
upon a gentle smile
.
.
Jan18
Winter Wind
*
a winter wind
shakes the trees
below but not
the terse blue sky
unmovable
.
a prize after days
of foggy times
the brightness
scorches briefly
everything
.
Jan15
Altro
Sundays posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry.
*
poter dire senza parlare
poter capire che siamo
altro oltre pelle e ossa
altro oltre le emozioni
.
Jan10
Fear Lives
*
fear lives in us
the more we push it
out the more
it sinks its roots in the dark
.
to be able
to recognize it when
we look from its eyes
terrified
.
at life well aware
we don’t understand
what influences us is what
halts my words now
.
Jan3
What It Takes
*
the garden repeats
itself with no shame
day after day
year after year
it is the ritual of life
honest repetitions
with no aim to gain
simply to be
I learn each day
from these visits
each step I take
wisdom sheds
entering me
imperceptible
it takes a needy
heart to see
this incredible
life experience
.
annamosca 